to you
who had permanently touched my heart,
thank you

every day should be
a waterfall
full, wild, and free

I am one too three;
one too three for five.
I have been one too three for five,
and even  tried to be one too three for
an eight or nine.
But the leap is too big,
and i will always be
one too three for five.

Little bluebird, don’t hang your head and cry tears of sorrow
Don’t sit on this lowly sill and let your tears fall to the floor.

Fly high and escape the fate of those below.
Do not regard yourself with the un-winged mortal fellows below.
Their fate is sealed, but you...
You can streak the sky with brilliant azure murals.

It is said the bluebird carries the sky on its back,
and the clouds on its breast, but you...
You carry the world, the Heavens, and all their beauty.

Do not sit down below and stain your eyes with tears.
No, fly high to your place in the sky
Where joy and delight await you, after your burdened, trial-filled,
life.

Never forget the feeling
Of hot tear trails on rosy cheeks

Or the picture you have

Never let it go
Because when you do it flies
away
It flies above your head
To far off places where
You'll never catch it again

So never forget her standing there

Never forget lessons
Of endurance in
strife

Because when you do it flies
away
It flies above your head
To far off places where
You'll never catch it again

and you cannot lose her.

I am a human solar system.
The celestial bodies of my soul
dance

Spinning in their orbital cascade,
they form me.

My soul is a universe
every body, every planet,
dancing to a cosmic song.

you say you're sad,
you cannot help but sink down, down, down.
but just know I'll be there.
no matter how
low

when  the stars burn out  and all we have left is
the rain we shared,
I'll be there.
or when you feel like everyone, everything, is gone
and you are all alone,
I'll be there.

I will be there to hold your hand,
to stay up late,
to steal you away from sleep,
just because I am jealous
that it hold you every night,
and I will not let go.

I'll be there when sickness hits,
to nurture and to heal;
when sadness strikes,
to cheer and console.

when you most need a
friend, a lover,
a hug,
the kind you fall into,  lay your head down softly,
and wrap your entirety, because the burden of this life is too strong for your worn and weary shoulders,
I'll be there, to be your Atlas.

I'll be there for you as the world turns,
and when it stops to let us off.
I'll be there.

Let's lay on our backs in a grassy
field
Let's feel the grass on our skin and
our bodies close
Let's count the stars, a memory in
each celestial dot
Let's never forget this moment.

Sleep drifts heavy,
a fog, a mist, a shroud,
yet You cling to my mind

Like the last breathe of a cigarette,
or the sweet taste of chocolate,
you linger,
a welcome reminder
of the sweetness that graces my mouth

You're there on my lips,
and you linger,
like the hot burn of cinnamon candy,
or the cold bite of Winter's kiss.

In every sweet taste,
or sharp bite,
you linger

Just as the stars lay sparkling in her eyes
so does the night's beauty shine
in her smile.
the moon's light dances in her hair and clings
to her like a perfume of
beauty;
radiance bathes her.

Grace falls on her
as she moves, caressing
my eyes with pure, elegant, perfection.
How can she be compared to anything?

Her legs,
waist, forming the perfect
curves
as they slide into her hips,
and what lies
between
such womanly accents.

oh, how I long to be there,
where she is.
how I long for her
secrets
and long to reveal mine to her in
full.

Nothing hidden,
nothing kept
away.

she does steal my heart with
glance from such
light, twinkling eyes
as they silently say,
"Come and get me"
they
lure
and I
want.

Oh how I long to be there,
where she is;
to share all our secrets
and to
be
one.

I'm perfectly imperfect, that's the
words you use.
They fit.
The cracks in me trace broken lines,
but they fall just so,
And make me who I am now.

I have flaws and trials, but
Without them, who am I?
Not me.
I am a porcelain doll without the
Mistakes, the Errors, the Cracks,
that make me who I am.

Grace in mistakes
Makes me, me.
Perfectly Imperfect.

To all the ears listening in this ,
This is me screaming.
Though me head is not in the pillow,
Or my mouth yelling,
This is me screaming.

As pencils scream across pages,
And feelings scream through heads,
This is me screaming.

To all  those listening ears,
Though my words are silent,
And I make no noise,
This is me screaming.

This is me screaming creations
and manifestations of mind,
Screaming creations onto pages and
lines into songs.

This is me screaming, and though it is
silent,
I hope you hear every bit of it.

This is me screaming, begging the ideas to fall onto the page
and come out as they are meant to be.

This is me screaming at the top of
these silent lungs, and waiting for
You to hear.

This is me screaming.

Kiss me
Bite me
Tease me, and excite me

Until every nerve is full of the teasing,
         Longing,
                  Need
Of your teeth on my neck.
Give just enough that it
Isn't
And then tease me more.
Wrap me in you,
A hot mess of
Need...
        Want...
               And desire...
Bite me when you shouldn't.
Scratch me; bring me
Higher, higher, higher.
Then tease me,
And please me.
Scratch me
And catch me,
As I fall down over the edge
Of your sweet desire's ledge.

To whom do I owe
the pleasure of meeting you?

you, the one who has touched this raw,
broken heart
and tended the wounds left by the
wrongs of the past.

you've stitched
my compassion, my love light, my
heart
into itself, anew with light of
companionship.

every memory is a drop in the pool of life.
you, however, are a river,
always moving, changing...
flooding with good feelings.

so to whom do I humbly owe
the pleasure of having met you,
drawn you closer into my heart,
opened up to your healing passion?

Have you ever felt the ache?
That twinging,
                   gut-wrenching,
                                 heart-breaking
need, when you're alone,
wishing they were near.
The tumultuous storm  in your gut when
plans fall  through,
or you have to go a
day
      without
                 her?
But tell me, is it worth
that twinging,
                   gut-wrenching,
                                 heart-breaking
feeling of guilty paranoia when you
sneak,
        hide,
              and lie?
There are two pains in this world,
that of loneliness,
and that of deceit.
Can you understand
my frustration
at the choice?
I want to
see you,
        hold you,
              kiss you,
but not in deceit.
I'm sorry if this ends us,
but lying will end me.

You
and
me

we lay, we scoot closer
closer closer still
our bodies entwined we lay becoming one
we feel heartbeats
and skin

breathing gets heavy
and lips get restless
and the feeling of young need and
maybe even
a touch of love
drive you wild

skin heats up and hearts race faster
the closer we draw to one another
the faster we breath
wispy
needing breaths
lips wander

and we are one again,
inseparable save for to
meet again soon.

you
and
me